Seh'lvah wandered about the open grass near the lake, the winter snow making her scales sparkle brightly in their usual emerald fashion. She wasn't alone, beside her, walked Methusela, now taller than her, and they simply spoke as if they were friends. As far as Seh'lvah was concerned, Methusela was her son, whether some resurrected cow said that she was his real mother or not.
"I just don't see why I've sensed this darkness approaching the world... I mean, unless the end days are actually approaching, what else could it mean?" Methusela queried as he walked, his matte black scales, with their orange tips, blazing in the light of the snow.
"Methusela, you're not dying. Your life isn't going to end catastrophically. And the end days aren't approaching. Something is happening, yes, but we needn't worry about that. You need to be out, enjoying your teenage years. Whatever happened between you and Hari'lah? Did you two figure anything out?" Seh'lvah stretched her wings out.
"No... Yes... I don't even know..." Methusela sighed, then opened his wings up to take flight.
"Yes, you best be off. Have fun wherever you're going..." She watched him take off, then went and sat in the snow by the frozen lake, sighing, looking as lonely as possible.
